A LETTER TO THE DESPOTIC MANU
by L16081995
Hell with Manu! Manu go to hell!
The wrath of your interpretation,
Put us under an inhuman subjugation.
You turned a group,
Dictators of a merciless culture,
Transformed us worse,
Than a scavenging vulture.
You gifted us the psychology of the worst slaves,
And robbed our culture, worship and God,
Who is there to get us out from these graves?
For centuries till now continue our struggle,
We are forced to live with worst strangles
In the poisonous jungle,
We the humans treated much worse,
Than dogs insects and poo eating pig,
Our scars wounds and blows,
Still remain untouchable and big.
Poisonous weed declared the crops untouchable,
Proclaimed itself the most unconquerable,
Less than a second it takes,
To kill the poisonous weeds with a cutter,
Throw them into the useless gutter.
Landlords, who rule the land and hill,
Put the lives of untouchable crops to a standstill,
Multiplied the existence of poisonous weed,
At the expense of the healthy crop seed.
Our journey in the doors of
Movements, struggle and legal
Was quite a win,
That proved out to be absolutely lethal.
We won successfully in the battle of right,
Till the end of the topmost administrative fight,
We lost to erase your caste ridden thought,
That is useless rigid and tight.
With your caste names,
You remind and hurt us, with useless exhibition
In hearts, we created die hard flames,
To take up the long term ambitions,
And get us out from these addicted inhibitions.
From mother's womb to a cemetery,
We have a same human life,
But when it comes to temple sanctum,
You kill us with a political double edged knife.
We built the temples,
You played a gamble and created troubles,
Pushed us to convert,
Got our identities to subvert.
World belongs to everyone,
Our life does not hold value.
Nature belongs to everyone,
We do not have access to water by Vedas virtue.
God is equal to everyone,
But we are restricted entry, as an oppressed queue.
There is no use to argue,
Of course it is untrue,
Let's put ourselves to the rescue.
What's next? What's next?
Let's create a new humanity societal text,
Let's create for ourselves new religions,
Let's begin to reach out to the next generation,
Work with them to build new revolution.
Let's create a new religion,
In nooks and corners, all areas, rural and urban,
That treats humans as humans,
And give life to the humanity slogan.
Change the rules! Yeah change the rules!
Throw into gutters all these useless fools,
For human lives, there can be nothing to tally,
Human life remains invaluable and holy
Being human is my true breed,
Crows and cuckoo belong to our creed,
Mountains and sea belong to our human group
Be proud, you will belong to this peaceful troop.
Let us get up, where we fell
And put this curse to the hell.